Panic. No, he didn’t. I shake my head. His lips brush against my ear. “Next time you wait.” There will be a next time. That’s what matters.
Fox moves away from bracing me and gently pushes me onto the bed. “Your fingers are still closed. Do you want more?”
“Yes.”
I’m pretty sure he understands that one. He disappears out of my line of vision and comes back with more rope. He bends my knees and brings them to my chest. He works slowly, wrapping my legs together. The rope starts off by tickling the back of my thighs until it’s squeezing and confining me. Once his work isdone, my legs have been secured to my arm ropes, with my knees pressed to my stomach, and my hands remain where they were.
“You’re mine, Kitten.” He leans over me, his lips curled into a smile.
I nod.
“You’re bound and helpless and only your pussy is available to play with.” His masked face fills my vision, and my whole world is him. “Is that what you want?”
I’ve never wanted anything more. I nod as much as this position allows.
He vanishes from sight and all I can see is the ceiling, but something warm and wet licks my seam. I love it when he goes down on me. His tongue darts between my pussy and my clit. It’s overstimulating and yet not enough. I’m held completely at his whim.
Then I feel the thickness of his fingers hook and work my G-spot. Fuck, this sensation is deeper, richer than the clitoral stimulation. I don’t know how long he’s been down there, but the pressure is back and I’m starting to see stars. I try to tell him I’m close.
“Come on my tongue for me—I want to taste you.”
His fingers work double around my G-spot while his mouth sucks on my clit. There's nothing to distract me from the sensation. The wetness floods out of me, and I’m left feeling empty and ashamed. Who has he turned me into? And why do I love it so much?
He moans, but doesn’t stop—licking me, pumping me, torturing me. Then growls, “You want more, Kitten?”
No. Yes. As much as I can take.
He slips a third finger between my walls and the pressure of the butt plug makes me feel whole. He is relentless and I’ve lost track of time and my own willpower. I am his. An orgasm startsto build again. Again? How much more can I take? But he pulls away and I think he’s giving me a break, until I hear his zipper.
“If you’re going to come again, it’s going to be on my cock.” He digs through the bag and I hear the rip of paper as he tosses the condom wrapper by my head. I gasp as he slides his full length inside me. No time to adjust.
I can’t escape or squirm away. The ropes squeeze my breasts as they rock with his hips. The orgasm hits me harder with no way to prepare. A rush of pleasure rolls through me, tightening every muscle while he continues his steady, unyielding rhythm.
With a low sound, his arms frame my head, bringing his lips so close they blur my vision. “You’ve given me so much of yourself, Kitten. I don’t think I deserve more.”
You deserve everything. I try to say the words, but they come out slurred. He lifts my head up and unhooks the straps. The ball gag is finally free from my mouth. He rubs my jaw and kisses up and down my cheek before landing on my lips. Our kiss is deep and slow, and for a moment, I’m convinced he has feelings for me. He has to. “You can have everything,” I confess with a small whimper.
He puts his forehead to mine and whispers, “Are you sure?”
“You’ve taken me this far.”
He breathes in before his lips form a solemn line. “Thank you.”
He lifts himself off the bed and carefully rolls me over. I’m face down, my back arched, knees digging into the mattress. His hands move to my hips and then to my ass. He plays with the butt plug, twisting it until he removes it. The tension relaxes, but not for long. Every part of my lower half feels wet and sticky. The cap snaps open again and my stomach tightens with nerves. His cock presses into my hole, and it certainly doesn’t feel like it does when he’s in my pussy, that’s for damn sure. He movesslowly, inch by inch, giving me time to adjust and relax around the intrusion.
He groans deep and guttural once he is all the way in. “Are you okay?”
“It burns, but it’s like the good kind,” I say.
He pulls back and thrusts again, this time at double the speed. Each stroke fills me. This is for his pleasure, but I crave more.
“Fox?”
The pumping stops. “What’s wrong?”
It’s hard to describe my desire. I know what I want, but saying the syllables feels impossible. “I want to come … my pussy … it feels empty.” I’m ashamed to ask for something so raw and primal.
“My sweet, beautiful Kitten, do you want more?” he asks with disbelief and awe. “My cock in your ass isn’t enough for you?”
God, what have I turned into? “Please, Fox. Please.”
His fingers slide inside, filling my pussy while his thumb works my clit. His cock and hand keep pace. I’ve never given so much of myself to anyone. The ropes squeeze my breasts and my nipples feel raw with each thrust of his cock. Unable to escape, taking all that he’s giving me, his fingers stretch and hit my G-spot. It’s overstimulating. The tension around my body, the tweaking of my nipples, being stretched and filled, consumed by him and only him, makes my eyes water, and a swell of emotion rears up that I’m not prepared for. I’m overwhelmed, physically and emotionally. I start crying, but my face is buried in the pillow, so I know he can’t see. The growing fire spreads and burns my core.
His thumb circles faster and the sensations are too much. “You’re coming with me, baby.”
I cry and gasp for breath, and my orgasm feels like a happy death. He groans before yelling, “Fuck.”
I’m broken. Done. He slides out of my body and I’m empty. Every part of me is wet, sweat drips down my back, my pussy is soaked, and tears stream down my face. The word ‘never’ screams in my head. I’ve never been wanted like this before. I’ve never experienced anything like this. And my heart shatters because I know I’ll never feel like this again.
